I discovered something this week. Im plus size, yup Im fat… No I haven’t suddenly gained a load of weight, I just realised that it is how other people see me.
I was a skinny kid, my grandfather used to call me a skeleton with a fringe. I was a skinny teenager, I used to be a size 6 – 8, then at 19 I had my first child and went from a 6 to a 16, it hit me hard, along with a good dose of post natal depression.
This post was featured in my stalkbook newsfeed today and I just had to share. I've been harsh on myself at times but generally speaking I agree with this sentiment: "When I look in the mirror, I don't see a fat bird, I see me. I probably see myself smaller than I actually am" and this one, "I may be fat, but I'm fucking pretty!"
Truer words were never spoken. Sometimes I wish I hated myself as much as society says I should. But I don't. There's always been things I wanted to change (I mean, I wouldn't have spent $16K on a Slimband if I didn't!) but it's not a result of self loathing. So, I just wanted to remind us all to celebrate the fat girls because even though "we have tits and hips and curvy, wobbly bits" you know you boys effing love us just the same even if you think you need to keep it a secret (you know who you are)!